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Story of snake. Born in the slums of nu New York. Joined the oval gang and soon proved my skill with weapons in particular guns. Progressed to assassin within a year and was considered in the top ten of the city. That’s when it started to go wrong. Fell for the local crime bosses girl and had arranged to elope with her. Then we were betrayed by her brother. When I arrived for get her Housse was waiting and Marianne was dead. Beaten to within an inch of my life (right hand cut off and my eyes burned from my head) my lifeless body was given concrete boots and dumped in the river.
Luckily I was dropped almost on top of a local diver out collecting a dumped bike,giving me air to breath whilst he broke off the concrete slab he saved my worthless ass. Sandalwood was his handle and he gave me a new life along with my cybernetic arm and eyes.
He’s my fixer now and I do a lot of jobs for him and one day soon I’m gonna be rich enough to go after that bastard Housse and his whole fucking family.

Tom is playing Hiro a mystic adept :

Hiro (not his given name) was born in Germany in 2050.

His Parents where wageslaves for the “Saeder-Krupp Heavy Industries” Megacorp

When his adept powers started to become apparent as a teenager his parents smuggled him to England, as to avoid his dissection. once he arrive he was mostly left to fend for himself as a SINless outsider until he joined a Megacorp resistance cell that was ran by a group of exiled Elves.

The Cell eventually moved to Seattle, where Hiro began shadowrunning in an attempt to undermine the powers of the Megacorps.However this year most of the cell was captured by Knight Errant Security, Hiro was the only one to avoid capture.He has since been living in a squat making some nuyen as a bike courier, running jobs between Seattle and Tir as one of the few Humans to not be shot on sight by the Elves living there.However Hiro is always looking for an opportunity to get back into shadowrunning and getting some payback on Knight Errant and Ares Corp

John is playing Hard point a dwarf rigger:

The veteran rigger named Hardpoint never pictured himself as a shadowrunner. The son of a hardworking dwarven civic engineer and his very human, very Japanese, wife, the young dwarf grew up an unwanted extension of Mitsuhama Comput-er Technologies. Metahumans aren’t treated well by MCT, and neither are Anglo half-breeds. Hardpoint was both, and had to work twice as hard as his classmates for half the corporate ap-proval. He aced exam after exam, excelled in youth martial arts leagues, and endured insult after insult, all while in lock-step with MCT’s near-fanatical corporate culture. His father had long since transitioned from building Ork Under-ground tunnels—back before the Underground was ork—and into MCT employ, and Hardpoint wanted nothing so much as to build things and protect people, like his father did. He had a fantastical-ly sharp mind and a terrific head for what made things work, and eventually—grudgingly—the corporation recognized that fact. Test after test showed aptitude for mechanical engineering, prototype testing, and perhaps, some day, combat rigging. When he turned eighteen, he became a corporate employee without hesitation. His family received favorable loan rates on heavy headware augmentation and trusted in their young son to shoulder the burden of the family’s honor.

Hardpoint did everything right. He excelled with aikido and jujit-su in competitions and corporate-mandated training programs. In simulations he flew rings—sometimes literally—around vir-tual opponents, but Mitsuhama remained too staunchly tradi-tional, too stubbornly meta-racist, to give him a fair chance. He excelled in his studies and graduated from training into field work, but was denied the glamorous security rigger position his test scores had earned. Unflappable, he devoted himself to the research and development position he’d been assigned, and worked hard to show them he could handle any task. By day, he assisted in the designing of drones, test flew new models through obstacle courses to test aerodynamics and handling, smashed them headlong into walls to test durability, and clinically logged every result. Methodically, day after day, undergoing augmentation after augmentation to make himself better at his job, more efficient, more precise, he slaved away to keep from hurting his father’s career. By night, he moonlighted with building security, doing everything he could to show his eagerness to serve. Eventually he was allowed a lateral transfer to building security, and became an expert with drone-mount-ed weaponry.

He served for years as a secondary team leader and mem-ber of a corporate security fireteam, but his dream position re-mained just out of reach. Hardpoint longed for the glamorous position of rigging an entire building, becoming a secure facility and repelling corporate invaders. Before they would trust him with a full building, though—before Hardpoint could literally take over the security system of a precious facility by himself— MCT had one last hurdle for him to leap, one last slap in the face to endure, one last insult against himself and his family. Pressured into an assigned marriage with another metahuman, while supervisors took bets on whether their offspring would be dwarven or orkish, Hardpoint had finally had enough. After decades of loyal service, it was one slight too many. apologized to his father, begged the memory of his dead moth-er for forgiveness, and quit. He had the skills and the hardware to make a difference in the shadows, and he knew it. It was time to show the world what he was worth: an awful lot of nuyen.

After a week off for a game of Mansions of madness , our Epic Heroes Corik , Kolbi and Eando are still on the trail of the Runeforge . Finding the scribblers message they agree to release him if he gives them his key to the Runeforge . Meeting Lamashtu the characters are saved by Saranrae who tells them the whereabouts of the Runeforge.

Preparing for the journey, they look through the books from the library under Jorgen fist , they find out the following information
Runeforge was created as a place where agents of the seven rune lords could gather to study magic.
The rune lords wove wards around Runeforge that barred entrance into the complex to any rune lord or his
direct agents, in order to keep the research within free from sabotage at the hands of an enemy.
Rune forge’s magical enhancements sustained those within without the need to eat, drink, or even sleep.
The Spires of Xin-Shalast stand upon the mythical mountain of Hmar Massif. This mountain of legendary
proportions pierces the skies above the Kodars, and is said to be the highest peak in the entire range of
stupendously inhospitable mountains.
Corik casts Wind walk, they travel all and find themselves travelling to the Kodars.

From the rocky eastern shoreline of Lake Stormunder, the ground rises into the craggy snow-dappled roots of Rimeskull, casting its
long shadow over this area. Yet not all of the ground here is rugged and mountainous. Several hundred feet from the lake’s edge, the
land suddenly levels off to create a circular hill. Rocks and tenacious shrubs poke through the scattered clumps of snow here, but they are
dwarfed by the ring of seven ten-foot-tall stone heads that circle the hill’s edge, their faces angled inward at each other, mouths agape. To the
east, the sheer mountainside of Rimeskull rises, icy and wind blasted-two hundred feet above leers a carving of an ancient face, its gaping
mouth forming a large cave entrance in the mountainside. A ten-foot-wide stairway of stone descends from this cave to a ledge only fifty feet
to the east of the circle of stone faces.

Looming nearly 16,ooo feet above Lake Stormunder at the western tip of the Kodar Mountains , the mountain called Rimeskull gains its fearsome name
from a vaguely skull- shaped formation near the mountain’s peak, visible for many miles on a clear day.

Working Out that each head uses a different school of magic to get the keys from the scribblers poem , after the first head gives its key, they are attacked by a white dragon who must have made this place home .

Sending it back to its lair , the group find themselves in a long tunnel confronted by 2 huge Earthen Golems……………

The fight with demon is won , they are then approached by a figure called the scribbler, once known as Xaliasa.
he tells them of his story
Flumes-one of several defensive fortifications along the border between her empire and that of Karzoug. X alias a was given much freedom in how he ran his Hellstorm Flume, as long as he continued researching methods of producing and perfecting sinspawn for Alaznist’s army and maintained the defensive line against invaders from Shalast to the east. Yet Xaliasa served another-he had succumbed to greed and, in secret, Karzoug bought his allegiance, transforming him into a double-agent of sorts. In his role as defender of the Hellstorm Flume, he
also served Karzoug with regular reports on Alaznist’s troop movements.
Further complicating Xaliasa’s life was his devotion to a third master-Lamashtu herself. As his role as a double-agent grew more demanding, Xaliasa grew
more distressed and more insane. His true loyalties increasingly lay with Lamashtu, and he foresaw a point
in the near future when his treason between Alaznist and Karzoug would place him in great danger.
Xaliasa’s answer was to use, in secret, his contacts with both rune lords to discover the way to Rune forge, perhaps the only safe place where he could retreat if either rune lord decided he was no longer of use. Discovering the secret to entering Rune forge was no easy task, but
only a few days before the empire was destined to fail, Xaliasa made the discovery. When Thassilon collapsed and the world shook and the oceans swallowed Alaznist’s empire, Xaliasa’s plans for escape proved inadequate. He had planned for the wrath of one, perhaps two rune lords,
and was ill-prepared for the rage of an entire world. The supportive wards that protected all of Thassilons monuments and attendant complexes from erosion and decay kept many of the chambers below the Hellstorm Flume intact, but only barely. Xaliasa had the misfortune to be in one of the rooms that collapsed-and with his death he took from the world one of the secret ways to enter Rune forge.

But they must work out the poem to find the way to rune forge , they have got the key they got from the scribbler , But maybe once on the surface , he wants it back for his own means ………………..

So its up to Corik, Kolbi and Eando to fight the scribbler in the glassworks in Sandpoint!

The wind swirls, as snow and sleet bite into you r faces, so here he is , Chief justice Iron briar, murderer and constant thorn in your side , for some reason he doesn’t seem as powerful or threatening , sitting wrapped in a thick wolf skin cloak with a deep hood, only his red eyes on show, beside him sits Kolbi , as stalwart as ever !
Durgen glances back and glares at Corik and Bris , with Eando off to one side , his gloved hands resting on blade hilts .
“I wouldn’t do that, Eando Kline “whispers a soft female voice “it would be a shame for me to kill you like this, before we do our dance of death!”
“Sister “hisses Iron briar “put the blade down!”
“Stand easy Eando!” say Corik “tell me what you have to say, Wizard”
“I think you have worked out who I am ? “ says the black clad wizard “ I have taken many forms and names , sometime I forget who and what I am, but know this , through it all , i do what i do for my family and my people, much as what you do !”
“Have you heard of star fall and the time of the elves? “
“Then I suggest you speak to the clock work librarian in Jorgen fist , much information you will find there “ he pauses “ I am of course Larin Karn , my tomb was sealed many thousands of years ago , but to fight the coming battle I foresaw many thousands of years ago , i need the 4 keys , each key is now lost , but you have given me one , and have other groups working towards , I must Travel to the a place of death !”
“Not only are the rune well activating , but the agents of a rune lord work to undermine , all the elves have worked for to stop an ancient creature awakening , a creature of purest evil , who`s minions come from a place called the Void , where nothing is supposed to live “
“The gods are getting weaker, apart from Lamashtu who seems to be getting stronger! The older gods are making an appearance, as old and strange cult’s spring up!”
“The recruits from leng, mess with our minds and our leaders, they have skin changers and dream weavers of immense power “
“Finally” he says “I risk much for telling you this as agents of evil are all around, the sihedron rune is all around , you must be careful who you trust , even me i know”
“I have a request , it seems Our friend Durgen has had some bad reaction to the fungus, its about his bloodline , i need him for my task ahead i must enter the core “ he says sadly , you may take Kolbi ? He has been with you since the start and knows what you need to do?”
What say you Corik?

Before he can answer Durgen turns to Corik and Bris “I’ll go with the drow “he growls, his eyes are as black as tar , his face contorted in rage .
Bris steps forward “If Durgen is to where the dead walk then I will follow!”

With that the 2 drow and the 2 humans disappear!

“Kolbi Dark iron will make sure you succeed “says the duergar , who now looks like a mountain dwarf, with strange purple eyes under his goggles .

As they set off for sand point – Corik asks “how where you always with us Kolbi?”
The conversation starts as they make their way through the deepening snow!

Making there way back to Sandpoint after all this time , feels like coming home for Corik and Eando , they think about all that time ago when they first arrived as new adventurers arriving for the swallowtail festival .But it looks like 5 years have passed as the festival takes shape once more.

Meeting with old friend , the mayor, Ameiko and Shallelu . The spend a night in the rusty dragon , having a warm meal and drink ,they catch up on old news.

The next morning they speak to Brodart Quint and travel to Jorgenfist , where they find information on everything that is needed and bits of the puzzle finally started to fit together , but there was so much learn. Leaving Brodart they travel back , and send a caravan to Jorgenfist to help Brodart.

So this is it, below Sandpoint was a great evil , and now it was time to face it, and make one more step forward to the final quest.

Way below sandpoint they hear whispers drifting on the wind , as they find themselves on an ancient staircase.
Thick sheets of webs clog the depths of this flight of stairs. Here and
there, where the webs don’t quite obscure the details, are signs that the
stairs have recently been cleared of rubble—deep scratches along the
walls and floors and the absence of any mold or mildew are apparent
on the walls.

Finding a secret tunnel they make there way through as the whispers continue.
“What happened to Thassilon?” “What nation has replaced it?” “Who rules the lands above today?” “Where is the seat of their power?”

Finally entering a large chamber The walls, floor, and even the arched ceiling of this place are covered with writing, the words spiralling and trailing in the ancient language of Thassilon. Some of the phrases are immense, with words nearly three feet high, while others are written in tiny, spidery script. The medium for the writing varies as well—sometimes dark ink, sometimes blood, sometimes carved into the stone itself. Passageways to the north and east lead into fog-filled tunnels, and a pair of stone doors, their faces carved with an immense image of a three-eyed jackal’s head, stand to the south. To the west, light flickers in what appears to be an immense cathedral.Although portions of this cathedral have collapsed, leaving mounds
of rubble on the floor and crumbling walls, the chamber retains its
sense of menacing awe. Four black stone pillars support the arched
roof forty feet above, and on the floor between them the image of a
three-eyed jackal seems to glower from striations in the stone itself.
This image glows with a soft rusty light that illuminates the entire
room from below. Alcoves to the north and south contain statues
of a jackal-headed pregnant woman. Each clutches a pair of kukris
crossed over her chest, and a reptilian tail winds down around her
taloned feet. To the west, what once might have been a stone pulpit
featuring other statues seems to have been partially buried under an
ancient collapse. The walls of this room are densely decorated with
hundreds of scribbling’s and sprawling runes.

Before the Standing a Massive demon , maybe the guardian or ancient evil , the fight begins………….